Chapter 1127： Oops, dressed as Pan Jinlian (42) (1/2)

Zhao Jing's Red Belt Cuju team is like a hard and sharp gun. Each attack is fierce and fierce.

The opposite Blue Ribbon Cuju team has two cores, one is the British King, and the other is Gao Youhe.

This is Xia Qiu's second time watching Gao Youhe Cuju.

The sweat wafted on the Cuju field, and Gaoyouhe's slightly thin but strong figure was galloping on the Cuju field. The beautiful Ju was like a fire and had spirituality at the foot of Gaoyouhe.

The dashing figure, if not Gao Youhe is playing Cu Ju, but Ju is at the foot of Gao Youhe, has spirituality.

And if you look closely, Zhao Jing's offensive is wide open, and every time he brings his team, like a sharp knife, rushes directly into the team of Gao Youhe. At this time, the Blue Belt Cuju team and the British King will do one Thing.

——Kick Ju at the foot to Gao Youhe.

As long as Gao Youhe got the ball, the sharp-edged red-belt Cuju team seemed to be shrouded by a large net, left and right, with few rounds, the sharp offensive was resolved by this invisible softness, initiative At the feet of the Blue Ribbon Cuju team again.

The authorities eased slightly, and when it came to Ju, each time at this time, Ju was under the foot of the British King eight times.

Understand not only Cuju's routine, but also the routine of the superior.

Looking at Gao Youhe, Xia Qiu fell on his Tsinghua face, watching Cuju, his eyes deepened not only.

This is a strong, strong city man who knows how to advance and retreat ... opponents!

Yes, a month later, the emperor has reached the limit, and Duan Wang is not willing to be such a prince, but has ambitions for the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

The Song Dynasty was weak. All the politicians admired the literati and despised military attache. The maternal lineage was from the general family. Zhao Jing had a brave and warlike heart since childhood.